I think I wasted almost a whole morning today. I could have slept in and got even more nightmares instead of stoning and rotting. It was only slightly before 10 am that I did not waste my time for 10 minutes or so. After that, there was nothing other than staring at the small strip of sea that I can catch from the treehouse. Even there, there were ants and spiders crawling everywhere.

I need to either get my bicycle repaired or a new bike. I need some form of transportation that can bring me out of home, to somewhere where I can be free from all the things troubling me. At least a month has passed since my bicycle got spoilt, and all the bicycle shops seem to have so purposefully closed down at just the right time. In addition to that, I seem to have lost the use of my body as well. Almost everything is refusing to work properly.

I did not know if I wanted more or less time, but I think I want less time now, simply because it means less time to suffer. The only way I wish to spend my time on has in a way become such that I am no longer able to spend my time the way I want.

I hear shouts, I hear scoldings, I hear noises down the blocks. I hear screams, I hear cries, I hear everything but your gentle laughter. I see people, I see faces, I see crowds, lots of them. I see anger, I see frustration, I see nothing but the sweek smile of yours. The sun, ever so glaring has withered all the grasses. The dreams, which were so real have sank to the seabed. I don't know how long this will last, but I hope we'll outlast. Outlast the stress and sorrow, that forever preceeds tomorrow. When tomorrow will come, I will never know. It will arrive for sure, which is what I know. Do not glare, just be glad.